Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son

"Elralya," Anariel began, her voice steady but filled with a deep-seated sorrow that resonated through the silent chamber, "you of all people should understand the gravity of what I am about to say. Our history with humans is fraught with betrayals so deep, they have scarred the very soul of our kind."

She turned back to face them, her eyes reflecting the pain of memories too grievous to forget. "We extended our hands in friendship, shared our knowledge, our magic, and how were we repaid? With treachery. At every opportunity, humans have sought to exploit us, to break us."

Aldred listened, his face impassive but his eyes revealing the turmoil within. He was all too aware of the dark chapters of human history, the greed, and ambition that had led to countless atrocities.

Anariel's gaze hardened as she recounted the darkest of those betrayals. "But there is one act we cannot, will not, forgive. The kidnapping of our kin, taken from their homes, from their families, to be enslaved. To be treated as lesser beings for no other reason than the whims of human greed."

Aldred had absorbed thousands of books regarding the history of this galaxy, specifically human conduct. At that time, the elven were prized slave for how beautiful they look. They were the image of perfection and many wealth individuals would use them as sex toys, slave, or even pets.

Those who owned an elf slave was highly regarded at that time due to how difficulty and expensive it was to obtain and maintain an elf slave.

The elf was never obedient so they had to be drugged consistently with expensive medicines not to mention the elves were always on the lookout to rescue their kin.

Aldred stepped forward, his voice low and sincere. "Anariel, I cannot undo the past, nor can I erase the pain that my kind has caused yours. All I can offer is my sword, my loyalty, and my promise that while I stand with you, no harm will come to this ship or its people."

"And I am supposed to be the fool that believed those words?" Anariel glared at him.

"Anariel," Elralya interjected, her voice carrying a mix of reverence and stern resolve that silenced the room, "I understand your reservations, the fear and the pain. They are justified, deeply so. But, we stand at a precipice where the past must not blind us to the allies we find in our present."

She paused, ensuring she had the undivided attention of both Aldred and Anariel. "The ancestor spirits," she continued, her gaze piercing, "those who guide us with the wisdom of ages, have spoken. Through visions and whispers on the wind, they have told us that Aldred is true. They have seen beyond the veil of his humanity, into the essence of his spirit, and they have told us to trust him."

Anariel's expression softened slightly, the rigid lines of her posture relaxing as she considered Elralya's words. The invocation of the ancestor spirits was no trivial matter; their guidance had steered the elves through millennia, their wisdom shaping the very fabric of their society.

"And you believe this, Elralya?" Anariel asked, her skepticism waning, replaced by a cautious curiosity. "You believe the spirits have truly spoken in favor of this man?"

Elralya nodded, her conviction clear. "Yes, Anariel, I do. The spirits have never led us astray, and their counsel now should not be ignored. Aldred's presence here, his actions, they are not mere coincidence. They are, I believe, part of a larger design, one that we are yet to fully understand."

"You are not lying to me?"

"Lying in the name of the spirit? The spirit is always watching me. Do you think I can lie in their name?"

Aldred understood what was going on but he put on a confused expression. The system had told him about Elralya's power of communicating with the elven's ancestors.

Apparently, it was extremely big deal because the elven race were supposed to protect her. Still, the elves had to take risk and let her explore the galaxy to find something that can help their race grow.

And the ancestors were supposed to guide her.

Aldred, sensing the weight of the moment, knew words alone could not bridge the gulf of centuries' worth of mistrust and pain.

With a fluid gesture that spoke of deep, inherent power, he conjured a spell that few had seen and even fewer could comprehend. Before the eyes of Anariel, Elralya, and the few other elves gathered in the silent chamber, the air shimmered and twisted, coalescing into a vivid, three-dimensional image that hovered in the space between them.

The scene unfolded, revealing a world unlike any they had known, yet strangely familiar in its essence—a medieval society not bound by the constraints of technology but elevated by the presence of magic.

It was a world where diverse races moved in harmony through the streets of a sprawling city, their interactions seamless and free from prejudice. Elves, humans, and beings of races unnamed and unknown to the elves of this ship intermingled, their laughter and conversation melding into a tapestry of peaceful coexistence.

"Behold," Aldred began, his voice imbued with a quiet intensity as he gestured towards the magical display. "This is my home, a world within a galaxy far from here, where magic weaves through the very fabric of society. It is a place where beings of all races, elves included, live and thrive together, not as masters and servants, not as conquerors and the conquered, but as equals."

"You think I am naieve enough to believe that such a peaceful world exist?"

"It's not peaceful. People still attack each other, but not because of race."

"That doesn't change anything."

"It does." Aldred stepped forward. "I am showing you that I have no prejudice towards your race. I only do business as usual."

"Business?" Anariel scoffed. "You are a businessman?"

"That's right."

"You're the kind that I hate the most. No dignity, no loyalty, no affiliation or responsbility except towards yourself. A selfish pig that would leave their allies behind when there's a threat."

Aldred frowned. "I am not that kind of businessman."

The tension in the room escalated, a tangible force that seemed to push the very air into heavy, charged layers. Anariel's expression was carved from stone, her eyes cold embers as she regarded Aldred with undisguised disdain.

"I find it hard to believe," Anariel said, her voice laced with frost, "that a businessman, as you claim to be, has any interest in our welfare beyond how it serves his own ends. You speak of unity and trust, yet you admit to dealings that prioritize gain over loyalty."

Aldred's frown deepened, a mix of frustration and earnestness etching lines across his brow. "My intentions here are not driven by profit or personal gain," he insisted, his voice firm, betraying a hint of underlying passion. "I stand with you against a common enemy, offering my aid not as a transaction, but as a pledge.

My world, my business, has taught me the value of alliances that transcend mere convenience or benefit."

Elralya, who had been silently watching the exchange, stepped in, her voice a calming balm. "Anariel, please. Aldred's actions have spoken clearly of his intentions. He has fought beside us, risked his life for our cause. Can we not afford him the chance to prove his worth, not as a human, nor as a businessman, but as an ally?"

But Anariel was unmoved, her stance unyielding. "Words and actions born in the heat of battle, while noble, do not erase centuries of deceit and exploitation. Our pain, our loss, cannot be so easily forgotten or forgiven on the strength of a few deeds, however valiant."

The room fell into a heavy silence, the divide between them seeming to widen with each spoken word. Aldred's offer of peace and partnership hung in the balance, overshadowed by the long shadow of history's wrongs.

"I understand your hesitation, your pain," Aldred said after a moment, his voice softer, seeking some common ground. "I do not ask for immediate trust or forgiveness. Only the opportunity to continue to stand with you, to face the coming threats together. To prove, through action, that not all humans are bound by the sins of the past."

Anariel regarded him with a complex gaze, where the flicker of consideration battled with deep-seated skepticism. "Your words, Aldred, they speak of a hope that has long been foreign to our kind. A hope that, despite my better judgment, I find myself contemplating."

Yet, even as she spoke, it was clear the chasm of mistrust and old wounds was too vast to bridge with words alone. "However, hope does not rewrite history, nor does it shield us from the potential for further betrayal. For now, our paths must remain separate. We shall fortify our defenses, heal our wounded, and prepare for the war ahead with those we know we can trust."

Aldred nodded, a gesture of respect for her decision, even as disappointment and understanding warred within him. "I will respect your wishes, Captain Anariel. Should you find need of my aid, know that my offer remains. Until then, I wish you and your people strength and fortitude in the days to come."